Her description on EpicWords.com: "Her eyes are luminescent pools, one deep crimson, the other a violent purple. Her pale face, accentuated by ruby red lips, is framed by long, straight wispy black hair.
Her stature is tall, about 6 feet in height. She has a small waist, ample bosom and slender hips. She carries herself high, with an air of mystery about her.
She is most often seen wearing a long brown cloak with a hood, that looks like it could easily house two people. It billows about her as she walks. Her stride is one of purpose, and she always looks like she is headed somewhere particular."

She also has a black cat familiar named Baldred, who I would love to have in the picture. He is a burly house cat with intelligent yellow eyes.

Pose: I would like her to be standing with her cloak kind of blowing around her, and her cat by her legs. The rest of the pose is up to you. ^^ Unless you WANT me to specify more. I can.

If any part of her body is showing other than hands, face or feet, that skin would be covered in scars shaped like runes.

Race: Changeling, but appears human.
Age: 21 years
Attitude: She is secretive, mysterious, and aloof. She is aloof to protect herself. She thirsts for knowledge, and is loathe to give knowledge out. What she learns, she acts on.
History: (This is VERY condensed and incomplete. If you need more, let me know.) She grew up in a huge capital port city. Her parents died when she was 17, and she left the city a year later, restlessly searching for information on the Northlands. She's been obsessed with them since she heard a voice in her head that told her to go there. The voice eventually left, but her thirst for knowledge of the North did not. At some point she had a kid, who was taken away from her at a month old.
Setting: Fantasy; Pathfinder world: Golarion.
Other: She gets her magic from the demon Lord Astrior, who keeps his control over her by holding her child ransom.

Gyroscope Ring: Um...basically, combine this, this and this. Somehow. It's not particularly big, so don't worry too much. My GM called it and "Eclipse" ring, if that helps.

From the start, Mirazhe was expected for greatness. Her Father was a Paladin of Pelor and her Mother was an Evangelist. She was raised to believe in order, kindness, chivary, compassion, and to believe that good triumphs over evil. Sadly her Father died in battle when she was eight and her Mother was murdered by a raving mob a few years later. Instead of following either path Mirazhe choose to enter a Monastery and train as a Monk. She hoped that there, she would gain insight to to the divine. She stayed for many years, training in the Martial ways and observing people. She saw corruption, despair and hunger. As she contemplated these things she grew to believe that perhaps Pelor did not help those who wallowed in self pity and despair. So Mirazhe left the Monastery at seventeen to travel city to city, attempting to ease the suffering of people. She helped would be victims and did odd jobs, only to turn around and give her earnings to those she thought needed it most.

She didn't go as far as a vow of poverty but used extra coin to assist in the founding of various orphanages and places of teaching. She gave hope to the needy, paid for healing of the sick and otherwise traveled doing random acts of kindness. Her actions did not go unnoticed however and she was targeted by a cult of Demon worshipers. They assaulted her one night, drugging her and taking her somewhere. She remembers little except pain, heat and a terrible chanting. After an undetermined amount of time she awoke in the same city she had been abducted in. Confused and injured she sought the safest place she could think of, the Church of Pelor. The clerics knew her and where distressed by her condition. They took her in and tended to her. The Church Inquisitor, curious as to what happened, had her brought to him. When she tried to tell them what happened she suddenly found she could not speak and lost a battle of wills with a force she had been unaware of previously. The demon possessing her took control and slaughtered the Inquistor which had been the Cult's target as well as several Clerics before she could be subdued.

A harsh exorcism followed and she almost died. Even though the circumstances clearly showed she had no choice in the matter the heads of the Church blamed her for the deaths and forbid her from returning to any of Pelor's sacred ground. Emotionally hurt and distraught, Mirazhe tried to return to the Monastery she had called home. On the way she was attacked by a group of men and when she went to defend herself she suffered terrible flashbacks of tearing into the inquisitor's flesh with demonic claws. Abhorred she was unable to defend herself and they had their way with her. She was left on the road to die.

She lived through the night though and was picked up by a farmer on his way to the city. He dropped her off with a healer woman along with the turnips and onions before heading off to the farmer's market. The healer assessed her wounds and realized Mirazhe still had great vigor. Once again Mirazhe was drugged and the Healer, who was a Priestess of Scahrossar, took her through secret passage ways into the Temple of Scahrossar. Mirazhe became aware when the rack stretched her limbs out, rendering her helpless. She suffered for days, lingering on the verge of death. For the first few days she took turns beseeching and cursing Pelor, until the beseeching ended. After a while she resigned herself to the pain and she realized that when the masked Priestess performed her torture she didn't think of the deaths she caused or the way the men had violated her. The pain became a welcomed thing.

With the acceptance of pain Mirazhe grew stronger instead of weaker. The ritual torture had gone on for a little over a week and Scahrossar sent an envoy with special instructions on Mirazhe's next few days of torture. She was switched around with her back exposed, allowing the Priestess to carve the precise markings on Mirazhe's flesh by scalpel before then tattooing the tender flesh in red and black ink. Here Mirazhe almost died of bloodloss, but some part of Mirazhe's will didn't want to die. When the time was right, the Envoy offered Mirazhe an opportunity to exact vengeance on those who betrayed her faith in return for loyalty to Scahrossar. Mirazhe accepted and on that day Scahrossar accepted a sacrifice of the spirit instead of the flesh.

With her body renewed and with new-found powers Mirazhe converted or destroyed followers of Pelor, starting with the Church that in her mind, betrayed her trust. The the destruction of the Church came the first public sacrifice to Scahrossar in written memory. Mirazhe sacrificed the leaders of the church to Scahrossar, torturing them for three days before ending their lives. From there she continued on a campaign to convert, destroy, or sacrifice those who worshiped Pelor. The world was weak and corrupted by religions of no true power. All must be cleansed or destroyed.

Specific Equipment: Heavy armor with blackened sections and the symbol of Scahrossar (two whips crossed) on the chest piece. I would like a dragon age flair to it if you can. No helmet please. She wields a snake-sword as a whip if you want to try and incorporate that. It's a signature weapon.
Setting: D&D 3.5, Homebrew feudal world
Pose: Standing, perhaps looking up into the light? She would probably be some where dark with a single ray of light from the only window, like in a dungeon.
Reference images. Dragon age picMore DA armorsnake-Sword (just...no butterfly hilt hilt please!) Google Ivy from soul caliber at your own risk if you want more sword-whip images. I saw way too many buttocks in search of a good, clean pic
Anything else? Lawful Evil

Mirazhe has many features one would associate with nobility or good breeding. She is well proportioned in body with an unusual symmetry in her features and a warm tan. From her high cheek bones to her very white teeth, a rarity in the world we live in. She looks are you with fiery amber eyes and narrow eye brows. Her hair is a shiny blue/black that is typically kept tied back and braided all the down to her buttocks. Her full, red lips occasionally tilt upwards in a smirk but otherwise remain serious. From first glance it is obvious she takes good care of her body, with her toned muscles to her hourglass figure. When shaking her hand, you feel a solid grip with calloused fingers and nails just long enough to scrap gently against flesh.

What a person may not expect is her tallness. She topples over most women and is on par with the average male at 6 feet tall. The boots she wears only add to her height. The way she moves, head held high, straight shoulders, and a confident walk; only add to the fact. Now if one where take a closer look or even more unlikely, peel off the layers of armor; one would find she has faded scars. Many are simply nicks and dings or shallow battle scars. In some places there are very fine scars as if made from a scalpel, for indeed they were. Her back is an intricate pattern of these scalpel cuts and the scars have been highlighted by red and black tattoo ink. To many it would look like a random symmetrical pattern but to those individuals who worship dark deities they may know that she was made as an offering at some point.

I just realized though that for some reason I think I might like the sketches better than the final color product. I think I'll wait until I see the final product on the two most recent sketches but might it be possible to just do the sketch rather than the full color for Cylirr?

Cast out by his parents because of his kleptomania, he uses his skills to make a living as an adventurer

A dagger

Fantasy, medieval-ish

Any you can think of is fine

Same as above, I give you free reign (maybe you hate it, maybe you'll like it. If you really want some pics, I'll find 'em for ya)

Here's how I described him for the game:
Name: Thom Keller

Appearance: Short and thin, his black hair is short and unkempt. He makes no attempt at hiding his wily nature or his slightly longer than usual glances at other people's valuables. His face is thin and unremarkable, blue eyes constantly seeking a target for his sticky fingers. He is dressed in a black unhooded cloak that stretches to his knees, covering his similarly black leather garments. He seems ever so slightly weighed down by his backpack, but seems to carry little else.

Personality: While not the type to leave a friend, or even a by-chance traveling companion behind, especially in moments of danger, he'll undoubtedly seek to profit from it somehow afterwards. He seeks fame and wealth to match his oversized ego. Overconfident but capable, he can handle himself in a pinch. He can work with others well enough, at least until they get tired of him.

History: Thom has never been able to stay in one place for long, mostly due to his uncontrollable habit of relieving others of their possessions (and the ensuing outrage), rather than any inherent instinct to travel. Even his own parents were estranged by this behaviour and he was ultimately cast out of his own home. With no other place to go, he set out on the road. Fortunately, by this time he had developed enough of a skillset in his... field... to make a living as a traveler. He knows that the prospect of the Republic's expansion could very well be the window he needs to get rich and famous, and he has come to the Wall to be on the forefront of it all.

Tactics: Thom mainly uses his one dagger in combat, and while he is overconfident, he's not quite brash enough to simply charge them outright, instead preferring to let someone better equipped to take the brunt of enemy attention whenever possible, but he won't back down from the rough of the fight either. Sometimes he bites more than he can chew and it can take a prospect of imminent death to make him run to fight another day.

Height/weight: 5 feet 10 inches tall, not sure on the weight. However he is in good shape, as well as being strong and fast. He is an Archer if that helps you place the weight. No more than 200 no less than 150.

Age: 16

Class/Type/Profession/what-it-do: Paladin of the silver flame with Roguish tendencies, and a penchant for stealth.

Hair style/color: Long hair blonde

Eye color: Silver

What helps: I don't mind guessing these things, but I'd prefer you provide them.

Name: Valeiru Baeratan

Attitude: Arrogant and roguish

History:

The life of Vale started in an all to Cliche way, a baby left on the churches doorstep. At least that is what he was told. Valeiru was left in the care of the church by his father, a man by the name of Niahlo Duranna. He wanted his son to grow up strong and protected from the past his father had left him.

His father had made to many enemies in the Demon world and his mother was missing from the picture, which leads to questions of how the father came to have a child. Before he could be questioned Vale's father found one of the Militant outposts of the flame in Thrane, leaving his son there with only a symbol of the Flame resting inside the basket.

The High ranking member of the outpost knew the man he saw leaving on the horizon, and had a hatred for him. Niahlo had stolen the woman he had loved, Vales mother. He spat at the floor next to the baby and almost left him to die in the cold night air, until one of the Nun's came by to see who was at the door. The man quickly took the baby and handed him off to the nun telling her to take care of the thing. For a very long time the child went without a name.

When he reached the age of 10 he was selected for Paladin training, against the wishes of the man who had found him so long ago. The man was so incensed with the decision of the church he decided he would gt back at the boy and through that his father. He named the boy "Baeratan" Which means in a Demonic tongue "Lord of the pure", which when used in context means Lord of Demons. He was never allowed to learn this language because of this, even though many of the order knew it.

Because of this name he was bullied and looked on with disdain in the Paladin school. He however didn't mind it to much as they only ever bullied him when they were around, and few people ventured into the library. the Librarian there took pity on this boy with the unfortunate name and could never muster the heart to tell him, he liked his name and thought it made him unique after all.

He read constantly throughout his days in school and came upon some books detailing the exploits of thieves and roguish tricksters. From that point he began to practice the arts of avoiding detection as he walked the halls. He found it VERY difficult with the School issued armor, but he still worked and worked at it.

When he was 13 the trials for class advancement were upon them. they would be sent into a room alone with their weapon of choice and they would have to use the skills they had been taught in their previous classes to survive. Most of the children chose either the sword or the Bow, the favored weapon of the silver flame, and went into the room muttering prayers and shaking like a leaf. The room only had singular Zombie inside that was easy to defeat or run from.

However when the name Baeratan was called, the zombie was removed secretly and replaced with a nonstandard beast, a Lemure. While not the most powerful of devils, it is still not something you would place against a training paladin. The switch was made by the man who hated his father so much, but little did that man know he would only be helping Baeratan's case.

Baeratan took a longbow with him inside and wore no armor, only his hauberk and a white tunic. Once inside the door sealed itself behind him and he immediately disappeared into the shadows. the proctors almost stopped the test as they thought he was using magic of some sort, but one very old and wizened paladin tapped his glass eye "This see's all manner of things, magical, invisible, and even some things not on this plane. That boy is just hiding, no magic. The test continues."

Baeratan went around the room until he saw his target, sitting there eating the body of one of the previous zombie marks. He looked up to the proctor box questioningly, but he had learned in a hard way to not question these things and continued. He drew his bow and exhaled as he took aim for the fleshy blob of devil meat. As he loosed his arrow he shouted in celestial "Ghaelin Vahlinarash!" and as the words left his mouth the Lemure looked right at him and surged forward.

The Baeratan boy had been given access to books he perhaps should not have as he had invoked the pure power of the flame with those words. The arrowhead set alight with pure silver fire and landed it's mark into the beast. Once the beast realized he had been hit it makes a Questioning "Glooorrp?" sort of noise before it began to scream like only a devil flesh blob can and was set ablaze with that same silver fire for mere second before dieing.

He was immediately taken to trial, an inquisition as it were. He was asked many questions about the church of the flame and the tenets and their practices. He answered all of them flawlessly, having memorized all of it from his time in the library. when they were done Baeratan asked a question of his own "Why is it that you do not adhere to these things if you expect me to?". Before anyone can speak he recounts all of the evils the church has perpetrated against the world all under the sanction of the church. Each time he notes that it is the will of man to cause these acts.

At the close of his speech a young girl is brought before the council. Jaela Daran, the Current Keeper of the flame speaks with the court quietly before beginning to stride slowly up to Baeratan. The man from so long ago that gave him his name stepped in between them and made claims to the court saying that Baeratan was a demon consorting blasphemer, that his goals were to corrupt the Keeper with his lies.

The man drew a sword and began to cut an unholy symbol into Valeiru's chest. A Circle to start, and then with a spell of fire he burned the rest into the boy. A River going through the circle with a Pit fiend flying above it and graves on either side of the river. This was allowed to go on as the council was in uproar and disagreement of the plausibility of the mans claims until Jaela saw something in the man. She saw the evil inherent in his heart and saw the glee he took from harming Baeratan.

Jaela summoned the flame to stop the man, but it was too late. The mark was made and the spell completed, The room darkened and Vales body convulsed. the man just laughed "I Told you!! I told you he was a demon worshiper! He summons his masters now!" Jaela knew this was a lie but the council just readied for the worst.

The circle on vales chest opened up and acted as a Planar gateway into Fernia the plane of everlasting fire. From the portal a being of black ash and vile corruption flew forth into the room, and as it did Valeiru had no thought other than to stop this thing. He lashed out with his entire being and cursed in Celestial at it, but to no avail, he was soon injured and burned nearing death.

Suddenly a shaft of Silver flame came from where Jaela was standing. The Flame that was connected to her could not abide by such an abomination crossing the planar boundaries in the Keepers presence. The Silver flame forced the beast back through the portal made by that vile tattoo on Baeratans chest, but in the process he was touched by the pure fire of the Silver flame.

On his forearm there was a burn, a continually burning Silver burn. The flames roared for a few minutes before they died completely, leaving a Silver shining burn scar on his arm. He fell unconscious as the council sentenced the man who attacked him.

When he woke the council apologized to him for allowing the man to attack him during his hearing. Though they had to continue the hearing as they had some questions bout his trial, specifically the use of stealth. Thy told him that a Paladin should shun the ways of deception and subterfuge as these practices were not honorable.

Valeiru stood and went to the shadows, blending in with them easily and moving his way round to the council table with only one or two of them able to follow him and said "Now imagine you had been an enemy, and my task was to kill you. How well would I fare in a head on assault against powerful enemies taking them head on and announcing my presence well before I was prepared to engage them? Sometimes, it is better to hide a bright flame so tat you can light the whole world from behind the enemies eyes.."

He takes his seat and awaits their judgement. As you can expect it was not in his favor. He was allowed to finish his training, but the day he was finished he was to be excommunicated from the church at large. He was however given the express permission to still carry the symbol and mantle of a church member.

Valeiru did not take this kindly however telling them in no uncertain terms where they could stick those foul and soiled markings of corruption. He took his first name during his last days with the church.